[Amanaduial the archer]

"Not necessarily," Des continued. "Not if we use the map."

Fionel smiled slightly. So Desolyn had a plan, well, more than the rest of them. She opened her mouth to ask Desolyn for details, before something struck her.

"How long have we been here?" She asked suddenly. The others looked at her.

"About half an hour. Wh- Oh." Haven's eyes suddenly grew wide. Fionel nodded, standing.

"We need to get going again. We cant stay, and soon they will be off. If we head West North West, roughly the direction we're going now, we can cross the mountains and head for-"

"What?" Desolyn cut in now. "You would run again? There is no need to run from them!"

"Desolyn, I know you have a plan, but if we run, we may have a chance!"

"What chance? Fionel, you and I were both field workers, and are both strong- others here are not! We dont have a chance if we run in this way- they call us a herd, like a mindless herd of cows, but we are not! We are not." Her voice had been rising, but now she calmed down again, her voice quiet as she said the last sentence. Fionel sighed, and dropped her head back, letting it rest there, her eyes closed, then brought it back up to look at Desolyn. The woman's eyes were burning; Des had determination of steel, and if she had a plan, it was all they had.

Fionel sighed, then chanced a smile. "Tell everyone what you have in mind, Des. We can make this work- we've got to."